Chapter 928
Inheritance and Gifts
Chapter 928 Inheritance and Gifts
Braun laughed, showing no surprise whatsoever.
He said, "Of course I'll go see what legacy dear Ms. Liana left us. Even banks wouldn't trust someone like that. So I guess I'll definitely find a lot of interesting things in her house."
As he spoke, he casually pried open an old truck parked by the roadside, bent down, fiddled with it for a bit, and started the engine.
"Luckily, we don't need to go to the gas station!" Braun said, glancing at the dashboard, then rolled down the window and said, "What are you waiting for? Get in!"
"Are we still going to dig up Liana?" Abigail opened the car door and asked, "Didn't your companions take her back for interrogation?"
The UMNO party doesn't care about procedural justice; they use truth serum and the Crucifixion spell together—what information can't they get out of them?
The truck sputtered away, belching black smoke, and Braun, gripping the steering wheel, said helplessly:
“You are also a key member of the purge, how can you not understand such a simple principle? The larger the organization and the more people involved, the more cumbersome the process will be.”
"But Liana is making a move tonight, and her accomplices should know that too."
"If no news is sent back in time, their people will know that things have changed, and they will immediately evacuate and destroy the data. Some important intelligence may be lost forever."
"Speed is of the essence in war. Sometimes, what we need to gain may just be a short moment!"
Abigail was speechless.
In order to collect information on wizards for the organization, she attended a magic academy as a child and after graduation, she traveled between wizarding communities in various countries. After making a name for herself as a mercenary, she also briefly served as a professor at several schools.
Later... she was sent back to the training base to train underage soldiers, and she only had a superficial understanding of the organization's internal affairs.
She had been so busy before that she hadn't noticed anything wrong. But now, when Braun asked, Abigail suddenly realized that she had never been involved in the core political affairs of the Purifiers, not long ago.
She only knew the location of a small part of the base and only knew a limited number of people. Even acquaintances from the past had drifted further and further away over the years.
Abigail leaned back in her chair in silence, feeling as if the events of the past few days had completely negated the first half of her life.
Braun, who was driving, glanced at her, then suddenly pulled out a dark robe and threw it at Abigail.
Abigail picked up the robe, saw the UMNO symbol on it, paused for a moment, and asked, "Why are you giving me this?"
"Of course I want you to wear it!"
Braun said, "Don't forget you're a wanted criminal now. I don't want an Auror suddenly showing up and messing things up while I'm doing my job!"
"Also, if people find out that you're traveling with me, just imagine what nonsense the newspapers will spout!"
Abigail touched the thick fabric and the metal clasp, and a very strange feeling welled up inside her.
Not long ago, the power represented by this robe was an enemy she needed to be wary of and even fight against. Now, she actually has to rely on its protection to hide her identity.
Is this a kind of degeneration, or a... rebirth? She couldn't say for sure.
But Braun was right, and Abigail could only suppress her strange feelings and silently put on the robe.
The wide hood fell down, obscuring most of her face, and the magic attached to it made her appearance seem shrouded in a hazy shadow.
At this moment, no one knows who she is, and no one can see her expression.
Abigail lowered her eyes quietly, her lips pursed, and a single tear silently slid down her cheek.
……
Fog Valley, on the banks of the Potomac River.
Several interconnected arc-shaped buildings stand in the night. These seemingly ordinary buildings often house political figures who can influence the direction of the country. This place also carries a sense of mystery and conspiracy due to historical political scandals.
The dilapidated truck, an incongruity with the surroundings, silently glided into a secluded corner. The engine shut off, leaving only the sluggish hum of the ventilation ducts. A security guard patrolling nearby had noticed the truck. With one hand on his hip, he approached politely and said, "Good evening, gentlemen. How can I help you?"
“We’ve come to visit a friend,” Abigail said as she approached. “We’ve already made an appointment.”
At the same time, her wand, hidden in her sleeve, swayed slightly.
The security guard's eyes glazed over for a moment before he picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "The situation is normal. This is a visitor with an appointment."
Braun gave Abigail a thumbs-up, and the two then walked confidently past the security guards without encountering any further obstacles.
When they reached the ground floor, Braun suddenly stopped, tilted his head slightly, and stared at the building as if he had seen something that interested him.
He watched for a while, and in the shadows, Abigail saw the curve of his lips slowly widen, until finally, he couldn't help but let out a low, pleasant chuckle.
There was no sarcasm or irony in that laughter; instead, it was like a child discovering a long-awaited treasure, filled only with pure joy.
"You stay here."
Braun suddenly spoke, his tone still carrying a lingering smile.
He pushed open the door, walked out briskly, and headed straight for the elevator, without even glancing back at Abigail.
Abigail was somewhat bewildered by his sudden emotional shift and decision, but she did not object. She simply remained downstairs in silence, watching Braun leave.
She noticed that Braun's steps toward the elevator, and even his entire demeanor, conveyed a completely different feeling from before—an almost light and exceptionally happy feeling.
It was as if he wasn't infiltrating the lair of a dangerous enemy, but rather going to a highly anticipated rendezvous.
This is so abnormal.
A strong sense of curiosity and unease prompted Abigail to also look up at the top of the building.
The night was deep, and the glass curtain wall reflected the city lights; everything was calm and normal.
She didn't notice anything special, only that the night sky seemed exceptionally clear tonight.
Abigail's doubts slowly began to rise—
What exactly did Braun see?
……
Braun pushed open the heavy oak door and stepped into Liana Lightfoot's apartment.
The room, which was originally minimalist to the extreme, now seemed extremely noisy and busy:
Animal puppets of all sizes came and went. Some, taking advantage of their small size, squeezed into the locks to open the safe; some climbed onto the bookshelves and opened every book; some dismantled the bedside table into pieces; and some crawled into various corners that humans could not reach. They even discovered a secret space behind the cabinet.
There was also Vito, wearing his hat backwards, typing away on his personal computer, quickly pulling out a floppy disk and inserting another;
Victor, on the other hand, was busy organizing a large amount of documents, such as memos, offshore company authorization letters, secret trusts, medical records, and so on.
Then there's Vera, who was carefully packing all sorts of expensive gold and silver jewelry into a box when she suddenly let out a soft gasp—she had discovered a box of miniature films hidden at the bottom of the cabinet.
In the center of the room, on the large gray sofa, sat a person.
He looked to be about the same age as Braun, with slightly messy black hair and calm gray eyes. He was dressed in casual clothes that allowed him to move around easily, and was now leisurely crossing his legs, flipping through a stack of documents that he had just taken from the safe.
Braun quickly walked to the sofa, bent down and gently hugged the other person, then took a step back and whispered:
"I'm so glad to see you're doing well... Master."
(End of this chapter)